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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

The best Christmas I ever had was long ago, but whenever I go there in my thoughts and dreams it becomes as real as what is happening in the in the here and now. As the days become colder with the threat of snow I become again the excited little girl gazing through the window watching the snowflakes fall and never letting on that I knew it was Dad trudging up the walk, dressed as Santa. This year I was compelled to write this Christmas poem, so my children, grandchildren, greats and so on would have those memories to keep with them and hold in their hearts forever. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Christmas Dream

I travel often in my dreamsto that Christmas so long agowhen my gaze swept through the morning lightand saw the first flakes of snow.

When garlands of cranberries and popcorngraced the branches of our treehighlighted by sequined ornamentsthat were made by Mom and me.